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if you see my poems
that define your name,
but I don’t read them to you—
I’m not being rude,
I’m not ignoring you,
I love you so much
that you can read
each poem
right from my eyes.
My alien friends,

if you someday

visit me on earth

will you please

bring me

a few bright blue stars?
I'm not impressed with how I look
No beauty in reflection I see
Except my stomach
Near perfect
At least one detail to love about me
Prompt: "Bring this journal into the bathroom and look at yourself in the mirror. Write down your favorite detail."
 Sep 16 The Unsaid
xenon
still
 Sep 16 The Unsaid
xenon
every song i listen to,
every star i'm gazing at,
your presence lingers, soft and true—
the part of me that still feels you
 Sep 16 The Unsaid
xenon
unheld
 Sep 16 The Unsaid
xenon
the night is quiet,
the air is cold.
no hand to touch,
no arms to hold.
I refuse to let myself feel powerless
In all of this
You are not out of my reach
This I must believe
It might take a miracle to be
But if it did
That miracle would be me
There he sits
In my brain
Removing all my shame
There he sits
In my guts
Wishing to be full on us
There he sits
On my ****
Teasing it
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